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MENTAL ILLNESS – a mother speaks
I’m crying as I write this. This past Easter Sunday – visiting hours at Peachford Hospital. I am alone. My son, 26, unshaven, shaking, in flip-flops and torn clothes he slept in, sits alone at a table, peeling a tangerine. … Continue reading
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Dreaming in Color
I dreamed that all was yellow inside their windows a pale meringue light beamed in summer kitchens morning, forever, morning Girls in sweet sun-frocks twirled lemon-laced skirts for buttoned-up, tucked-in boys The sweet-acid taste of first loves hover above, yet … Continue reading
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THE TURNING TIDE – A POEM
THE TURNING TIDE I don’t sail there it’s not my sea But fallen blood flows back to me Not the fools crimson carnival ride But dark Alabama, deep and wide From the home never lost I … Continue reading
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